Rock, Paper, Scissors

Well boys and girls. . . daddy fucked up this post.  What it was supposed to be, anyway.  We'll see what I come up with instead, but this was not the photo that was supposed to open the show.  Oh. . . no.  I was going to pull back the curtain and show you how photo magic works.  The photo I was going to show you was barely visible, a blown out ghost of an image.  It was a hopeless thing.  And then. . . through the wonders of postproduction tech and mostly my own creative magic. . . I brought images alive.  When I did this, I thought, "Hey, fella. . . that's what you can post tomorrow.  They will be simply amazed at what you can do."

Yup. . . that's what I thought.  This morning, however, when I went to the computer to send the photograph to myself. . . it was gone.  I hadn't thought that the original file would be lost to the hard drive after editing or I would have saved it.  All I have left are the final results.  

So imagine, if you will, a ghost image, something without color, shape, or form of any kind.  It is white with the faint tracings of an outline.  Close your eyes and hold that image in your head for a moment.  

O.K.  Now open them.  

See?  See what I can do???  There was nothing, then there was something.  But wait. . . I haven't finished.  Close your eyes.  Now open them.  

There.  

I guess it wasn't such a good idea to begin with.  That's what I get when I think ahead.  

I could show you what studio life really looked like.  Despite what you might think, it was not all glamor. 

Here's a normal day at the office.  These two just stopped by, I guess.  I don't remember exactly.  People used to drop by all the time.  The two didn't know one another.  I'd shot with each of them multiple times, but not together.  They both had expensive private college degrees, one in film and one in music.  While I had the two of them there, I decided to block out a possible shoot.  I moved things around and had them take places and just made some reference images for later.  

That shoot never happened.  

But from the mundane hours. . . .

It was fun.  

In a bit, I will go to my polling station and cast my votes for all the losers of this election.  My mother has already voted and cancelled my votes out.  There is no winning anyway.  We are a nation in ruins.  We are a world in collapse.  

That's what old people have said forever, so it must be true.  

Beck wasn't old when he wrote this song, though.  Sometimes it's just the way things seem.